Pessimist Novels & Stories

He pants. "We're not going to make it!" "Can you stop being so pessimistic for a second!" He shouted back at her. "We're not going to make it alive! Aah!!!" ■■■ The birds are singing from the tree of the Hamiltons back yard. The breeze is so soothing to feel even the sun is still up. A peaceful day to live, a beautiful day to enjoy with but Amy, Amy is having a negative feeling in her, she doesn't know why. She sat on one of the chairs of the diner and sighed, wiping her hands on a dish clothe and wears that frown.

“Damnit Cheryl, I should be the better person, I should walk away from you, but I’m a selfish man, you make it easier to live.” I fell back into the passengers’ seat with a sigh, he always talked in riddles that I didn’t understand, whenever I pushed him on it, he shut down and I wouldn’t hear from him for a few days. It wreaked havoc on my soul, so I stopped pushing, and he stopped shutting down.

he began, his voice mocking, “to the rejected mate… Honestly, if I were you, I’d be the villain by now.” I narrowed my eyes. “Not everyone is like you.” “Precisely,” he said, flashing a grin. “Not everyone gets to be like me. That’s why I’m the best. That’s why I win. Every time.” “You’re delusional.” His smile didn’t falter. “Maybe,” he said. “But delusional people have a way of shaping the world to fit their madness. That’s what makes them dangerous.” “I’m not afraid of you.”

“I knew I couldn’t count on any of you.” Pete muttered under his breath, shaking his head slowly as disappointment settled deep into his bones, heavier than anything he had ever felt before. His eyes looked dull, stripped of the arrogance that once defined him, replaced now with a tired frustration that refused to leave his chest. “You’re all ingrates.” He added, his voice low but firm, as though he was trying to convince himself that the fault wasn’t entirely his, that the world had somehow turned against him unfairly.

But so t take my words to the bank on that one, I could be confusing it with witches. Like I said surprisingly today wasn't so bad, well so far but hey the days still young. Hey what can I say I'm a very optimistic person with a dazzling personality. I've been told many times that my mouth is going to get me killed because I have no filter but I personally think that my mouth is a blessing. And blessing that one day I’ll run the fucking world with, if I ever get out of this hell.

It was to make her feel a little bit weird and by the time she tried to push me away she would realize that it was not as easy as she wanted it to be so at the same time I was willing to do other things that was going to make me happy. "So do you think that it's going to take longer before people realize how much of a pessimist you are?" She coughed. Melena was as worse as anybody else in the world but I was not going to give her the satisfaction of getting on my nerves because then she would have believed that she won hands down and honest this speaking I just want it to have sometimes on myself and start another again. I wasn't going to be engaging in conver

the reporter asked again. "Since it's impossible to resolve the problem, if we refuse to let it go, the person-in-charge of the problem will be the first to have a nervous breakdown. Moreover, wishing for something that will never occur would eventually lead to distress. Thoughts of failure and its negative consequences will cloud the person's mind. He will be so pessimistic that he will fall into despair." "Isn't that running away from the problem?" the journalist asked bluntly.

How worse can my situation ever be. *****************************

The distinct, crazed greed of a degenerate gambler flashed wildly in her eyes. Hearing this exact same bullshit lie she had repeated countless times, I couldn't hold back a cold sneer. "I've been hearing that exact same line since I was a little kid. Your greed is a bottomless pit that can never be filled. Adelaide, listen to me or don't, but I am not going to be your personal ATM forever. If you don't want to end up freezing to death on the streets, you better quit while you still can." Adelaide clearly brushed off my warning as nothing more than the angry rambling of an upset kid, not taking it seriously in the slightest.

--- No matter how balanced it appeared. --- It could still break. --- Given time. --- Given pressure. --- Given the wrong hands shaping it. --- Adrian exhaled slowly. --- “So what?” he said. --- A pause. --- “We just wait for it to fail?” --- Victor shook his head. --- “No.” --- A beat. --- “You prepare for when it does.” --- That— --- Was his argument. --- Not pessimism. --- Not defeat. --- Reality. --- Because systems didn’t last forever. ---